I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.

When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.

It is less dishonor to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused; the understanding is not.

A good life is a main argument.

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.

Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes. For they have the authority of years, and out of their intermission do win to themselves a kind of grace-like newness. But the eldest of the present, and newest of the past Language, is the best.